Miles had every intention of going to class. Honest. But when his eyes trailed from the main entrance to the secluded greenhouse, he knew that he would rather spend time kissing a certain someone by the saplings.

His phone buzzed with a reply and he was very pleased to see a confirmation to his request.

Miles couldn't remember the last time he was this happy. His body was humming with adrenaline as he anticipated what was to come. Kissing Tristan over the past week was heaven. And it was always an adventure. Ever since their moment during the storm, they got in the playful habit of shamelessly flirting with each to see who would succumb to the urge to passionately kiss the other first.

Miles heard the soft footsteps walking over the earth piled up behind him.

"Miles Hollingsworth the Third, shouldn't you be in class?"

Miles turned and looked at Tristan through half-closed eyes. He gave him a lopsided smile and bit down on the edge of his lip as he shrugged.

"I could think of better things to do."

Tristan walked closer and reached out to him. Miles was sure that the blond was going to pull him in a kiss, but he took his hand instead.

"Really? Like what?"

Miles' response flew out of his head when Tristan brought his hand to his mouth and slowly started to kiss each finger. The brunet closed his eyes and gasped as he took in the sensation.

Two could play at this game.

Miles gently broke his hand away from Tristan's lips and caressed his cheek before settling it on his shoulder. He then dipped his head closer to ever so lightly nibble the contour of the blond's ear and was pleased to hear a shudder of pleasure escaping from the boy's lips.

While Miles was kissing his earlobe, Tristan slowly and quietly started to unzip the red jacket. Once his task was done he wasted no time and planted his hands on Miles' firm chest.

Miles gasped and broke away as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead on Tristan's shoulder. He clamped both hands on the boy's waist who continued his exploration by slowly running his hands over the part of Miles' shirt covering his abs. The brunet breathed in the earthy smells that surrounded him and never felt more alive as lifted his head to captured Tristan's lips and kissed him hungrily.

Time was nonexistent at that point and the world surrounding him was forgotten. This was the only place where he wanted to be.